The King may have been looking straight at me but he swerved at the last moment, playing a game of chicken with my nerves.
He held up the chalice to the girl on my left, working anti clockwise as he let each of them sip from his cup. A god of the sea serving his nymphs from his own goblet, this scene left me feeling seasick. As he made his way round I searched for my entourage, but my gaze falls upon the glass tubes from the last trial, standing proudly at the back of the rotunda like crystal columns. The glass belonging to me was the fullest and I took comfort in that fact, despite the competition being pointless should Rhydien and I ever have the conversation. It shouldn’t have mattered to me, earning the peoples favour and yet, there was something about the victory that enticed me to k
